[Amity knows she'll find Enjolras at the Musain. She might as well give it a try. It had been weeks since she'd seen him and all-in-all, she was looking much more well.] Enjolras? [Spotting him towards the back room hunched over a table, she smiled. Of course he was hard at work.] I knew I might find you here. //IDK MAN I'M BORED HI HERE I AM
[ Enjolras looks up at the sound of his name, confusion in his eyes; who could be asking for him? The meeting is already over—they finished early today, because Combeferre has to entertain some distant family member or another for the night, Joly is sick (truly sick), and Courfeyrac and Jehan both have exams the next morning—and Les Amis dispersed. His eyes find Amity among the throng in the Musain, and he cannot hide the surprise in his eyes. His pen stills over the article he’s been drafting. ] Amity. I was not expecting to see you here. [ Not yet, not so soon. ] I trust you are well?
